Freya listened to the story Harol had to tell after he sat down. It wasn't exactly an exciting story or such, but like she had noticed before, she liked listening to him while he talked, so she still enjoyed the story. When he asked what they could be doing for the following days, Freya shrugged. "I have no things of importance that I need to do, so it makes no difference to me when we work on my manners." She answered. Well, okay, she would have to keep practicing, wanting to stay fit. But as long as her arm would need to heal, she wouldn't be practicing much, anyway. So that left her with the only important thing she would have to do being working on her manners, meaning that she would have more than enough time for that. Of course, Harol would likely have a busier schedule, as he still had to study, so they could just pick times that were most convenient for him.

When he asked her what else she wanted to talk about, followed by a kiss, she smiled. "I don't know what to talk about. I just like being around you." She admitted, returning the kiss. It was true, she didn't know what they could talk about, but she still didn't want him to leave, simply because she liked having him around. Which. was one of the reasons as to why she didn't mind it that she needed to learn etiquettes, as it would mean spending more time with him. And obviously enough he didn't mind, neither. After all, if he did mind, she supposed that he wouldn't be here, sitting with her.

Soon after kissing his cheek in return to his kiss, Freya leaned in again, this time pressing her lips onto his once more. She couldn't help it, she just loved his kisses, his sweet lips pressed against hers in such a gentle way she only ever could've hoped the warlock would one day share with her. It was all just so amazing and against everything she thought she would feel towards someone like him. Until she met Harol himself, she was the kind to consider the likes of him an easy targets with a lot of money, rather than poor victims that needed protection and she would fall in love with. It all made no sense, not at all. But then again, she had learned that making sense what not something emotions cared about.